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Oh, give to me the freshest drink,— A draught as smooth as silk And whiter than the kitchen sink,— A pail full of milk! Pour it with love, and watch it flow, (Nor spill a drop, for dread!) Pour it precisely, enjoy the show, And give it a foamy head! I drink it ere the morning sun Hath waked the early bird: I wake and make a midnight run To taste the lazy herd. I rise at dawn and drink again, And drink throughout the day; Then drink a nightcap (or nine or ten) And dream of curds and whey. I've heard it said I drink too much, And this is understood; But man has never died from such, And oh! it's just so good! *
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
A Drinking Song
Oh, give to me the freshest drink,— A draught as smooth as silk And whiter than the kitchen sink,— A pail full of milk! Pour it with love, and watch it flow, (Nor spill a drop, for dread!) Pour it precisely, enjoy the show, And give it a foamy head! I drink it ere the morning sun Hath waked the early bird: I wake and make a midnight run To taste the lazy herd. I rise at dawn and drink again, And drink throughout the day; Then drink a nightcap (or nine or ten) And dream of curds and whey. I've heard it said I drink too much, And this is understood; But man has never died from such, And oh! it's just so good! *
sam-hainev
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
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